she sits alone on the
cold hard tile floor
crunching away her food
and staring at her phone in her hand.
I want to sit down next to her.
I want to communicate with this interesting being.
but how do I start
how do I speak to a person without bringing out the one personality/feeling no human could handle in this world.
(weirdness/nervousness)
So I go with another option by going quiet and to sneak past her like a quiet mouse escaping its prey sight.
but that mouse has been spotted and it’s prey has got it’s hold on me.
“ hi creepy boy that keeps on spying on me”
she smiled added with a little giggle.
The mouse is stung with an shock of venom.
side effects is tongue tied syndrome.
“ … um… hi to you too”
the mouse is released from the preys grasp and struggles to run away but was drawn into its trap again.
“ where are you going?”
she asks.
she has one apple in one hand and a book in the other.
her teeth gleaming white.
browns eyes appearing the lightest shade of brown in the sunlight.
shes is just a blue fairy.
a bit small but beautiful.
“ just heading to my locker and you? ”
there are lumps in my thoart.
Blue is making me sweat white drips
too scared to get close cause it
will affect her color aura.
“ just following the leader”
she says while skipping and slamming opened lockers.
she is just like a little child.
playfully skipping and humming
away to a song that comes across there minds.
I can’t help but catch a few glimpses
towards her direction.
but was caught in the act for it
causing my cheeks to catch a red color by making the white to blend in causing a light pink to my body.
“ what’s your name?”
blue asks.
“ River”
I answered.
“ oh cool we’re you like named after River Phoenix or does your mom just like rivers?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that remark.
Maybe I was named after River…
was I?
I have a few questions to ask my mom.
“ I don’t know really, it will be cool to be named after River Phoenix but it will suck to be named River cause of my moms undying love for rivers”
she laughs at me.
she has a cute laugh.
something I would like to listen to
forever.
a thing that could cure sickness.
well in my opinion
I don’t think it’s scientificly impossible.
“ I’m Rosie - I’m named after the flower - but I don’t like to be called that cause it doesn’t fit me at all. Roses are beautiful and are whole and perfect also affectionate. I cannot call myself that if I’m don’t even fit into the description of it. So I prefer to be Blue.”
I questioned her choice of name.
“ Why Blue?”
“ Blue is an color that expresses sadness, loneliness, broken, a bit of an light, and inspiration. That’s what I see myself as. I wished I didn’t but… you know that’s how life is I guess”
I stopped walking
as she did too.
I grabbed her hands
and stared into her punned eyes.
“ you may see yourself as blue - but to other people you are so colorful”
she looked down
and released her hands from
my hold.
then she walked away.
“ see you around river”
blue said she sees herself as these
sad words but why
add inspiration?
what could be so inspiring about
Blue?
I was right she is mysterious
but an mysterious mind
has a mind full of questions.
questions we can’t even answer
ourselves.
but the mysterious ones, could find out an problem in a snap of a finger
so why can’t she?
blue pt 2// she sits alone (t.r)
